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Book Blast/Giveaway ~ The Darkest Part by Trisha Wolfe

The Darkest Part by Trisha Wolfe is FREE from January 1-5. I have loved this book and Losing Track (book 2). The third book, Fading Out is released in February, so you should snap this beauty up and see what I am talking about. I hope you enjoy it like I did! They are all standalone reads.
You can check out my review HERE.

Pressing the boundaries of both the psyche and the heart, Sam and Holden embark on a dangerous journey that will test the limits of love.

Sam Wintry’s life used to be almost perfect. She was engaged to her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart, Tyler Marks, planning an amazing cross-country honeymoon during her college break. But after a hit-and-run leaves her in ruin, she begins seeing Tyler’s fractured, ghostly presence, and her family believes she’s losing her mind. Not until she completes their journey, stopping along the way to scatter Tyler's remains, will Tyler be able cross over. Only...is Sam ready for him to leave her?

When the black sheep of the Marks' family, Holden Marks, returns to check on Tyler's case, Sam convinces him to give her his brother's ashes. Despite their shaky history, she needs him...plus, he owes it to Sam and his brother. What she doesn’t count on is Holden’s relentlessness to go on the trip.

On the road, Holden realizes just how unhinged Sam has become. Dealing with her psychosis forces him to confront his dark past, making it harder to keep secrets hidden that should remain buried. Especially from Sam, the only woman he’s ever loved. And as Sam starts to unravel the truth, she begins to question if the brother she's unwillingly falling for again is in an even darker place than her.

And with a groan, I realize that I still forgot to put on my bottoms. Hell. What is wrong with my brain? The answer comes with Holden’s hurried movements, adjusting his position in the bed next to mine. Just the sound of him rearranging his pillows and rustling his covers sends my nerves careening against my arteries.

I force my eyes closed. Will myself to fall asleep. My traitorous hormones have no control over me. Holden is an asshole. He’s my boyfriend’s brother. He broke my heart— but his words at the oak begin to pulse through me, hitting me hard. What if I was wrong about him?

With his past, I can’t imagine how messed up he must have been during that time. I don’t know anything, really, about the man lying in the bed next to me. And suddenly, I want to.

My mental assault breaks off as I hear Holden’s deep exhale. “Are you still not wearing pants?”

Shit. And what’s my excuse? “No. It’s pretty stuffy in he— ” No time to finish that sentence as Holden bounds from his bed and stands over me, the evidence of his torture apparent in his boxers.

He rips the covers back, and I yelp. “What are you— ?” But obviously words mean nothing to him. His eyes are blazing blue, even in the dim light, and he forcefully moves between my legs to hover above me.

“Holden,” I say, trying like hell to put conviction in my tone. “We can’t. You know this is wrong . . . on like . . . so many levels.”

He nods. “I know. And I’m going to answer for every one of my sins. But right now, I don’t give a fuck.” He grasps my ankles and pulls, flattening my back against the bed. My tee rides up, exposing my black boy shorts and stomach.

My skin tingles as Holden slowly raises my leg, resting my ankle on his shoulder. He’s kneeling, using his other hand to angle himself above me. His eyes only release me when he turns his head to press a soft kiss to my calf.

My breath catches in my throat. His hand skims my leg, his mouth trailing its path, the cool metal of his lip ring sending so many, too many shivers dancing across my skin.

I’ve never felt so helpless, so immobile, and so hopeful that he doesn’t stop— if I don’t move, if I let him continue, can I pretend I’m not a willing participant? No. I can’t lie to myself. If I’m going to stop this, I have to now. Because as his mouth moves to my thigh, and his tongue just grazes my skin, I know I won’t be able to soon.

“Holden— ”

“Say anything but stop,” he says, low, his voice husky with need.

I swallow. “Please,” I get out.

“Oh, I’m going to please you. You can bet your sweet ass.” And he sinks his teeth into the flesh just below my center, eliciting a soft moan from my throat.

From an early age, Trisha Wolfe dreamed up fantasy worlds and characters and was accused of talking to herself. Today, she lives in South Carolina with her family and writes full time, using her fantasy worlds as an excuse to continue talking to herself. For more information on Trisha Wolfe and her works, please visit: www.TrishaWolfe.com

8 comments:

I have the first two books in this series, and they sound good. I'm sure I'll purchase the 3rd at some point. I do remember your reviews, and how much you liked them. That alone is enough to make me want to read them. Also this author is super nice, and I love following her on social media.

What's kind of messed up is the giveaway, which I know isn't hosted by you, but probably set up by StuckInBooksPA. Maybe they don't realize that their mandatory entry is a review of one of the books in the series? IDK. Either way, I bet they get low entries for that lol.